Long Jianji is undoubtedly a smart person.
He has a distinguished status and will end the game in person. It doesn't matter if he wins. He has no shortage of reputation. If he loses, he will become a laughing stock.
It is naturally the best idea to let Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun leave the game and watch from the sidelines.
Of course, he didn't want to stay out of the matter completely. It was certain that this fight would most likely go down in history, so it was just right for him to be the one making the proposition.
In addition, Long Jianji's literary literacy is really very high. He was convinced by the analysis of Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun, and almost believed that Xu Yi's Literary Fame was stolen.
But to expose the true face of Xu Yi, the key lies in the proposition.
"Your Highness asked the question. I am confident that I can pass it. Please Your Highness please don't make any mistakes."
Fan Xingyun Gongshou Dao.
"Exactly, try to be as cold and remote as possible so that you can enjoy the show then."
Wen Bin stared at Xu Yi and snorted coldly.
Long Jianji waved his hand, "Why is that? Let's do this. I have an old work, and you can just imitate it. There is no limit to the poem, and the meter does not matter, as long as you get the essence of it."
Just as he finished speaking, a piece of white paper appeared in Long Jianji's palm, with a sequence of characters falling on it.
But it is a short poem:
The beautiful songs of Yangchun and the beautiful and beautiful prose.
Weaving sorrow and resentment, we will cherish you for a long time.
We say farewell with the same heart, and fill our minds with thoughts.
The green phoenix is fragrant, and the golden screen reveals the dawn.
I'm far away in my dream, and I'm picking up words.
I cry and send echoes, but my poems are sealed and left behind.
"Show your ugliness, show your ugliness!"
Long Jianji cupped his fists and said, "In order not to waste time, let's limit it to half a cup of tea."
The text was written in a very large size, and everyone saw it, but no one applauded it. Long Jianji didn't look embarrassed, and looked at Xue Zihan with a smile.
"Wonderful, wonderful! Indescribable."
Wen Bin suddenly put his palms together and folded the fan, and said to Fan Xingyun, "I wonder if Brother Fan can see the beauty of this poem."
Fan Xingyun pondered for a moment and said, "The words are clear and wonderful, the artistic conception is meaningful, it is really a good poem..."
He said this with his mouth, but he disagreed with it in his heart. To be fair, this poem was not even a poem suitable for the occasion. It was extremely mediocre. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, "That's not right, it's totally wrong. That's how it is."
Immediately, he bowed deeply to Long Jianji and said, "Your Highness This poem is unparalleled. I'm sorry that Fan couldn't finish it in half a cup of tea."
"Wen is willing to accept the defeat."
Wen Bin clasped his fists heavily, "Your Highness's ingenuity is rare in the world, and he can be called the best in the world."
Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun Literary Fame were extremely popular. The two of them sang together and caused an uproar.
But such a mediocre piece of music cannot deserve such high praise. There will always be monsters when things go wrong.
Finally, someone saw the clues and heard a shout, "I understand, so that's it. This poem can be read backwards, from the last word back, and it's still a poem."
"What!"
"This is impossible!"
"God!"
"..."
"Seriously!"
"As expected!"
"For fourteen years, King Yongdong lived up to his reputation as a crazy person."
"..."
Exclaims and screams came and went.
In fact, the poems in Demon Race have never been written like this before.
This poem by Long Jianji can be read forward or backward. It is really unique.
The whole place was noisy. Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun looked at each other and saw regret in each other's eyes.
With their talents, I asked myself that as long as there was enough time, writing such a poem should not be a problem.
However, Long Jianji took the lead and became famous.
However, this is fine. Such an ingenious proposition stumped me, and the person named Xu was definitely defeated.
At that moment, Wen Bin said loudly, "Everyone, please be quiet. Brother Fan and I are asking ourselves whether we can write such an upside-down poem in half a cup of tea, but Love Seeker hasn't given up yet. Please be quiet, don't scare Love Seeker's Poetic Soul, lest we run out of time and they can't write a poem and blame you."
Long Jianji smiled and said, "With Love Seeker's poetic talent, I should not be able to trouble you with my little mystery."
"If Love Seeker can't do it, wouldn't it be considered a tie, haha. You must know that our Love Seeker used to compose poems. No matter what the subject matter, he could write it immediately with a wave of his hand, and every word is as beautiful as a brilliance. Such a talented person will not be stumped. Otherwise, we have to wonder whether Love Seeker's so-called talented person is a talented person or a borrowed one, haha..."
Wen Bin laughed loudly, as if he had won the battle.
Unexpectedly, before he stopped laughing, a piece of white paper appeared in Xu Yi's palm. In an instant, a row of words fell on it, and he saw what he wrote: Falling snow, flying fragrant trees, faint red rain and light clouds.
The thin moon is filled with fragrant mist, and the flowing wind dances with colorful flowers.
As soon as the poem appeared, someone immediately read it backwards, "The flowers are dancing in the wind, the mist is fragrant and the moon is thin. The clouds are light and the rain is red, and the trees are fragrant Feixue."
Boom!
"You can really read it upside down in half a cup of tea!"
"No, it only takes a few dozen breaths to create this upside-down poem. It's like a ghost of poetry."
"If you don't attack it, it will be destroyed. If you don't attack it, it will be destroyed. Rumors are just rumors."
"Let's see who dares to say that Love Seeker is deceiving the world and stealing his reputation. This upside-down poem only came out today. Whose copy is it?"
"..."
Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun's faces turned pale, and their hearts were boiling.
Especially Fan Xingyun, he really analyzed Xu Yi's poems word for word, proving from a micro perspective that those poems could never have been written by one person.
But now Xu Yi instantly wrote an upside-down poem, completely overturning his deep-rooted logical thinking.
After all, poetry can be copied, but how to copy poetry is reversed.
If it weren't for Long Jianji, even he wouldn't know that there are people in the world who play with poetry like this.
Of course, even if he broke his head, he would not have imagined that behind Xu Yi, there was a complete civilization standing.
The proliferation of poetry and articles has reached an unimaginable height. In that splendid civilization and thousands of years of literary history, what weird things have not happened? What geniuses with exquisite minds have not been born?
The whole place was in commotion for an unknown amount of time, but it finally subsided.
Long Jianji rushed to Xu Yi and said, "Love Seeker is indeed extraordinary. However, this poem was imitated extremely hastily and cannot be considered a masterpiece. It is different from Love Seeker's previous talents seem to be inconsistent. Although he is better than Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun, he is still not worthy of my Two Hearts Know."
Long Jianji dared to gamble with Two Hearts Know, but he never expected that Xu Yi would win.
Because his upside-down poem is simply impossible to copy in just half a cup of tea. As long as Xu Yi cannot do it, no matter whether he competes with Wen Bin or Fan Xingyun, the winner will be determined.
Love Seeker's name will be destroyed by itself.
But now, Xu Yi has actually been made in half a cup of tea. What's even more troublesome is that Fan Xingyun and Wen Bin were timid when they first started. As a result, the situation is embarrassing.
But no matter what, he really didn't want to give Two Hearts Know to Xu Yi, but in full view of the public, he couldn't just take it back, he would always have to say something for the occasion.
"The quality was indeed not high when it was rushed."
Xu Yi smiled slightly, Long Jianji felt happy and continued, "It's already extraordinary, it's already extraordinary. It took Long a whole hour to write this article."
In fact, he didn't know how many days and nights he held it in before he managed to write such an article.
Unexpectedly, what Xu Yi said next made him completely dumbfounded.